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Looking for the thing

He looked to his left, certain that the creepy footsteps he could hear were in pursuit of him. Looking for the same thing as he was. And he was desperate to reach it before him. No matter what it took. He snorted and clutched his arm, checking it was still there. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace. Suddenly this big shadow glazed over me, keep running my friend said, oh no it's a dead end quick turn and run, try knock it over I said, then found out it was my mum.